Toasts Laura
I am having a Mike's Hard Lemonade, and later I am having Trader Joe's chocolate covered pretzels for dinner.
Oh my god. What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing!? Oh right, that would be me. Back to work.
Wash ,'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
sj - Mar 26, 2009 1:36:27 pm PDT #4784 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
meara - Mar 26, 2009 1:40:43 pm PDT #4785 of 30000
Argh. So my boss called earlier. Seems that the project we've been waiting and waiting and waiting on? Is not as big as expected. AND, they don't need anyone in Seattle. SOoooo...they've arranged, even though the other division of the company isn't hiring, to switch me to that part. Unless I want to be laid off. Do I want to be laid off? (Um, no. No thanks. I'll take "having a job, even if it's less cool than my current one, for $200, Alex"). Sigh. So in the next couple days I should find out what new division of the company entails...but basically it's "less cool, more micromanagey" version of what I've been doing. With new boss. And means my whole goals, and plan for being awesome on this new project are out the window. Etc, etc. Sigh. Now I get to start in all in the middle of some other project, thrown in and "quick, get up to speed!" and "timelines deadlines metrics!!" and shit. Grrr. This is what I DIDN"T want when I joined this company. This is why I joined the OTHER part of this company. But...no, I DON"T want to be laid off in the middle of the worst recession in years, no. No. No.
brenda m - Mar 26, 2009 2:20:04 pm PDT #4786 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Jesus, meara.
sj - Mar 26, 2009 2:24:33 pm PDT #4787 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Damn, meara. That sucks!
Hil R. - Mar 26, 2009 2:29:53 pm PDT #4788 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Jeez, meara.
I'm giving a talk at a conference this weekend. Kind of nervous. Also kind of worried because I haven't been able to get a good answer about what sort of projection equipment they have.
And I need to pack my suitcase, and mostly just want to sleep. And I hate airplanes.
Hil R. - Mar 26, 2009 3:00:47 pm PDT #4789 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Oh, and I emailed my advisor on Monday, attached the PDF file of the slides for my talk, and asked for his comments on them -- I specifically said I didn't need line edits, just feedback on the way I organized the talk. I also asked if we could meet sometime on Wednesday.
As expected, still no response.
sj - Mar 26, 2009 3:36:20 pm PDT #4790 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Good luck with the conference, Hil. I'm sorry your advisor is still being unreliable.
Hil R. - Mar 26, 2009 3:42:48 pm PDT #4791 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Thanks, sj.
So. Um. My right shoulder just cracked really loudly (my left shoulder, the one that's generally the bad one, does this all the time, but it's new for my right shoulder), and I felt something weird in my right bicep, and now that bicep feels like it's burning. Like, the muscle itself feels like it's burning, and the skin over it feels warm to the touch. I have no idea what just happened, but I don't like it.
omnis_audis - Mar 26, 2009 3:50:10 pm PDT #4792 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Hil, does your insurance company have some sort of LPN on call that you can ring up and ask? I really hope it's not what I think it is, but then again, it would look *really* 'bruised' if it was.
Sooo. I went to book club meeting. It was at a swanky Mexican bar/restaurant. Normally I just get a water. But was easily talked into trying a Mexican Margarita by cute waitress. I took a couple big sips. eh. Not bad, not WOW! but I can drink this. Cute co-worker was like "oh, I've always wondered what they taste like, can I?" Um, Ya! Apparently that thing was pure booze. Me? No clue. Thankfully I stopped drinking it after that next sip. 10 minutes later. Ya. Felt it. Feeling it. Yum. Feels great, but glad I stopped, or no driving home for me. WOW! And that was only 1/4 of the glass, if that! So what's that say about my ability to drink? My mouth used to be an early warning for hard liquor. Apparently not any more! If I make it to the F2F, something tells me, I'm gonna be drunk off my ass.
Hil R. - Mar 26, 2009 3:54:35 pm PDT #4793 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
It doesn't look bruised at all, but it does look kind of red.
If this is anything that can possibly wait until Monday, then it will. I so don't have time to deal with any new injuries this weekend.
There is a nurse on call, but since it's already nighttime, I know that the advice will either been Aleve and ice or ER, and I am not going to the ER tonight. I can do Aleve and ice.